Living with your own ghost.
She haunts my corridors
Like a malformed memory that will echo
With each breath.
She wants to watch me
Indefinitely to the
Nothing would please her more than to watch me dig myself further into this hole of a life.
When I ask people to repeat themselves, it’s not because I couldn’t hear them.
Rather, because I hear her yelling at me to get out.
Sometimes I wonder if I scare other people as much as she scares me.
Other times, I wonder if she is the one doing that for me.
I’m not insecure.
I know who I am and I hate that person.
And I know who I was,
And I curse my unwelcome passenger for the end product.
I am my own adversary.
I think I want to get better, but I'm really not sure.
We’ll see tomorrow, if she permits.
Wrote this in a really dark place. Revised it in a healthier state of mind. Anyway, anxiety is fun!!
I can feel you drift,
Like you're breaking up with me
Without any words.
a bit more straight forward
When you look a poet in the eyes for long enough
Eventually, you'll know what they are
Without a shadow of doubt.
Will never be acknowledged.
Because people are too scared to take the time
To see them.
Unfortunately, the cream does not always rise to the top.
At times, it will sink
Below a product
Takes one to know one. haha~ Not super proud of this one, but it's a concept that I've been thinking about a lot lately.
False hope rolls my way.
Trust; For me, a rarity.
Please don't let me down.
It's getting harder to believe that things will get better.
You've shown me how not to trust.
And now, I have none.
As always, interpret this how you will. For a former loved one, an ex...whoever suits you (or, to be exact, who doesn't).
When two poets love,
Words start to hang in the air
And lose their meaning.
Another haiku? Wow! I'm only so good with words until I actually need to use them. Just ask my girl. (Spoiler alert: I'm really bad at articulating my thoughts in the heat of the moment. That's why I'm here.)
Mother, O mother,
You'll spit on my bones,
When I die, know I've tried, but my mind and heart froze.
You'll shout from your high horse,
and your empty shell,
That you'd **** me from heaven
If you could, to hell.
I know I haven't posted in a while. Mother's day was tough.
If there's anything that I like about myself
It's that I resent myself
Enough to want to change.
A teenager that doesn't like themselves? Whaaaaaaaaaat?
Lotta stuff going on. Bad stuff.
She is so orange!
Her skin is pale,
And her hair is an off-white blonde,
Oh man, is she orange.
I smell the falling leaves through her smile,
And I can feel the carving tools sawing through pumpkin rinds,
Drawing Autumn sketches,
Doing what artists will do at this point in the year,
As If they were my own hands.
She will shout from the rooftops
With her yellow words
About her seasonal excitement,
Ending each proclamation with red exclamation marks.
She will shower me in plans
For Octobers and Novembers to come.
Walking me through festivals and unmade memories
With each new idea.
She is orange,
And for the next few months
Orange is my favorite colour.
I figured I'd start off my profile with something not so...angst-y. This about a girl I'm really fond of. =^)
Breathe life into me,
Longing to be free.
A haiku for Him.
Little people, sing!
You were given thought and wit,
Let your hearts unwind.
You're not a little person to me.
I can feel her slipping away.
I'm not holding on, either.
big ol' dent on my relationship
Favorite band goes on tour.
A silly one to lighten the mood for once (based on way too many real-life instances).
My wishes for others,
are uncharitable to say the least.
I'm not proud of anything but my honesty.
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